[h2][color=66CD00] Gratia Mindaro – An Old Friend[/color][/h2]

Bianca was laid down by her teammate, the concrete was cold to the touch, even with Gratia’s winter jacket. She heard Gratia’s best attempt at sounding concerned and let out a pained laugh. 

[color=#9d36ff]“I can’t promise it’s worth it, but you wouldn’t want to suffer Napoli alone would you?”[/color] Bianca managed to squeeze the words out before letting out another slew of violent coughs. She gently moved Gratia, pushing on her shoulder so that Bianca could see Vitoria. 

The Dodici was staring directly at Bianca, from the look in her eyes she could already see the hell she would be living in a matter of hours. Bianca raised a hand calmly towards the girl who had been oppressing her for what felt like months now. She closed her eyes and before she would open them again, Gratia would sense a blast of aura – Bianca’s semblance, ring out through the parking garage. Vitoria’s body rag flopped across the parking garage skidding against the rugged concrete. It seemed the farther from Bianca, the less the pain. She moved Gratia’s jacket and showed her a wound, it looked like a plus sign or a cross. [color=#9d36ff]“It was her semblance.”[/color] Bianca said waving Gratia’s concern off. [color=#9d36ff]“I’m fine.”[/color] She confirmed placing the jacket back over her chest. Her pale blue eyes met the Onyx of Gratia’s and she wanted to laugh, but it would hurt too much.

[color=#9d36ff]“Jesus I must look like shit.”[/color] She said noticing that she was being handled as fragile as she was. [color=#9d36ff]“Listen Gratia,”[/color] Bianca began but stumbled off, she gaze away from her friend. She tried to force the words from her mouth but all that wanted to escape was silence, a pained small whimper. She finally steeled herself, through her tears and spoke. [color=#9d36ff]“I don’t think I’m going to be able to fly anymore.”[/color]

[h2][color=fff79a][s]V[/s][/color][s][color=66CD00]G[/color][color=FADA5E]N[/color][/s][color=7fffd4]B[/color] – Shit Hits the Fan[/h2]

Demetrius’ weaknesses exploited by the time he knew where Beryl was it was too late. The blade was wrapped around his leg and he fell down to the ground. He struggled to find the Faunus’ gaze, to recapture her semblance, use it in order to heal himself. But he had already lost so much blood – he quickly found his vision tunneling out, his body growing cold. He attempted to call out to the Faunus, to curse her name, repair his image, but just before he did he saw his family.

They were smiling at him, waiting for him to join them. Vitoria held her hand out for her father and he took it. He was unconscious and losing blood quickly. 

If Beryl planned on following Napoli’s orders from earlier, she would need to do something rather quickly.